In hush of dawn, a world takes hold,
A quiet breath, a story untold.
The air hangs heavy, cool and still,
A pause before the day can thrill.
No traffic hum, no distant calls,
Just whispers soft from dew-kissed walls.
A slumbering garden, dreams unseen,
A blanket cast of twilight’s sheen.
A single bird, a tentative song,
A melody that lingers long.
A wisp of smoke, a rising curl,
The only signs of waking world.
This stolen peace, a sacred space,
A moment held in time’s embrace.
The stillness reigns, a weightless sigh,
Then, with a sigh, the day draws nigh.
